That’s when it hit me, he was waiting for us. He was as lonely as I was, maybe even more. I started crying. A horrible flash blinded me and I saw myself laying on the ground. There was blood everywhere. Glass. Screaming. My grandfather’s hand on my shoulder brought me back.
– What? What did I see? – I asked
– Sometimes, when you haven’t fully crossed, you can see part of what’s happening –
– That was… me? How? Am I…? – I trailed off, I couldn’t even think. Everything was so overwhelming. I didn’t even know where I was or what was happening. All I could feel was pressure on my chest. I couldn’t stop crying. Every part of myself ached, and yet, no part of me was injured. Was I looking at my own death? It had to be that, right? What else could he mean?
– So, I’m dying –
– You might be –
– What does that even mean? –
– This is the moment in which you choose, whether you want to stay here or go back –
– Why would I want to stay here? How do I go back? –
– You’ll go back once you’re sure you want to – What did that even mean? I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be dead. – You see a part of you knows here you can, well, rest. It’s peaceful. You have no worries. You only wait here, until your people are here –
– “Your” people? –
– Your soul mates, the people you love the most, the ones you’ll spend the rest of time with – Did it hurt him? Having to wait for everyone else? I hoped not, and the fact that he said he couldn’t feel time pass by gave me hope that he wasn’t in pain. So, why was I?
– Why does it hurt me? – He looked at me confused. – Why am I in pain? Isn’t it supposed to be peaceful here? – He could understand me now.
– I don’t know, but I think it’s to remind us. That life is painful. Living is full of hurt and heartache. It makes us think whether what’s waiting for us on the other side is worth all the pain. –
Back to myself 